Maybe they just wanted to wish them a happy period...
Here in Canada, the civil service--or as we call it, the "public" service (notably removing the word "civil" from the equation)--is the country's largest employer by far.
Because so many Canadians work for the government, with so much shared experience, the public service is logically the brunt of a LOT of Canadian humour. There has historically been, for example, much reference to, ahem....er...time wastage. And, uh, bureaucratic paper-pushing. And the occasional twenty billion dollars that goes missing. That kind of thing.
But one thing we can't accuse our government of is taking the "l" out of "public."
If you're a public servant reading this, just be glad you don't work for the Indian pubic service, (yes that was on purpose) which is now demanding that its female employees provide details of their menstrual cycles, including the date of their last menstrual period (in true bureaucratic fashion, they even have an acronym for it: LMP. *busts ovaries laughing*). It's all part of their annual civil service physical. Again, weird.
The thing is, nobody in the Indian government seems sure why there's such an intense new focus on Auntie Rosie's visits. Like the womb itself, the whole event is shrouded in mystery.
Read more here.
Because so many Canadians work for the government, with so much shared experience, the public service is logically the brunt of a LOT of Canadian humour. There has historically been, for example, much reference to, ahem....er...time wastage. And, uh, bureaucratic paper-pushing. And the occasional twenty billion dollars that goes missing. That kind of thing.
But one thing we can't accuse our government of is taking the "l" out of "public."
If you're a public servant reading this, just be glad you don't work for the Indian pubic service, (yes that was on purpose) which is now demanding that its female employees provide details of their menstrual cycles, including the date of their last menstrual period (in true bureaucratic fashion, they even have an acronym for it: LMP. *busts ovaries laughing*). It's all part of their annual civil service physical. Again, weird.
The thing is, nobody in the Indian government seems sure why there's such an intense new focus on Auntie Rosie's visits. Like the womb itself, the whole event is shrouded in mystery.
Read more here.
Labels: apropos of nothing, Auntie Rosie, government oppression, pubic service, public service
6 Comments:
"The thing is, nobody in the Indian government seems sure why there's such an intense new focus on Auntie Rosie's visits."
On new hires, they'll find out if they're pregnant or not, and how far along. That way you know who to discriminate against.... Ooops, I mean, know who to promote, namely, women who are not knocked up. Welcome to the 1950's.
Eggsactly. Except "promote" is probably too strong a word. "Allow to get within spitting distance of the glass ceiling" is probably more like it.
Hey, this 1950s stuff is easy!
Love your blog, and I haven't even read it yet!
Soon, soon!
-M
Timtam/M: Welcome and thanks... I promise you'll, ah, find it an even better read once you read it...
Bloody out of order that. Sorry i'll get my coat...
Now that is just too much! I wouldn't last long in that country...
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